Erotica

The sequel to the #1 bestselling free bisexual romance on Amazon.com is now available! Check out An Agency Story: French Kiss for a delicious Parisian treat…

I was about to leave the room for a cold shower when my phone rang. It was a special ringtone, a ringtone that I assigned to just one person…my lips broke into an immediate smile at the sound.

Shanna’s face appeared on my phone screen, her cheeks pink and flushed, her blonde hair soft and loose around her face.

“Ashie,” she said, breathlessly. It was her pet name for me, and though I’d hated it at first it had stuck. Everyone but Mr. Stewart called me Ashie now–he was far too serious for nicknames in public. To him, I’d always be Ashlyn…or in private, I was his baby girl. I could never admit to him how much I liked that pet name, especially when I was on my knees in front of him, his eyes on me.

She groaned like an animal and I had my answer. She moved the phone and I could see them behind her, Mrs. Stewart’s red lips on her shoulder, Mr. Stewart’s rough hands on her soft, perky breasts. She was still dressed, but she may as well have been naked–I knew her body so well.

I felt a sudden warmth between my legs at the sight of the hard nubs of her nipples, barely covered with a thin cotton t-shirt.

I tingled with arousal. She just got to Paris and they couldn’t wait…they were ready to strip her naked and fuck her. Oh god–they were already touching her, their hands stroking over her firm flesh, their lips kissing every inch of her smooth skin. I wished that I was there…I missed her. And them.

“Didn’t seem right to start without you, Ashie,” said Mrs. Stewart, her eyes dark with desire and humor. She was elegant, even when dressed in just a bra and panties. Mr. Stewart glanced into the camera with a daring, steely look, and my mouth watered in response. Oh, how I wanted to taste him…his salty skin, his bitter cum. My memories of them were seared into my mind.

“Put the phone down, angel,” he muttered into her ear. He grabbed the phone from Shanna and the image blurred for a moment. When they came back into focus, I saw that the three of them were on top of a wide bed. He must have put the phone down on the bedside table. I collapsed on my hard, lonely twin bed–totally mesmerized.

They stripped her first. Off came that thin cotton t-shirt…then Mrs. Stewart was wiggling her khaki shorts down over her slim hips, and then Mr. Stewart was impatiently groping Shanna’s breasts, sliding his hands into her cups and squeezing the soft mounds as she made a soft squeak of protest. Mrs. Stewart laughed as she undid Shanna’s bra while her husband savaged Shanna’s breasts.

“Hold on, honey,” she cooed, but he ignored her, already pushing a hand into Shanna’s panties. Shanna’s entire body stiffened at the contact, and she leaned her head back and moaned as his hand began to move under the damp, thin fabric. Mrs. Stewart smiled devilishly at the camera–at me–and pulled Shanna’s panties down…

Eek! The new website is up–I hope you all like it! It took a lot of my time (and Mr. Salt’s time, if I’m being tooootally honest with you) to get it in shape. Having DIY’ed everything I now realize why people shell out the big bucks to web designers to do it for them. It’s not as easy as it seems, but everything is much snazzier now. More glitz, more glamor–kapow!

And now, what you’ve all been waiting for–a free excerpt of a sequel to Double Trouble. This one clocked in at 16,000 words of smutty foursome-y goodness. If everything goes according to plan, this one will be published this weekend, so you’ll have something fun to read over your Fourth of July holiday (for those of you here in the States). I’ll send out the blast to my mailing list as soon as it goes live (it’ll be $0.99 for the first day, and will be $2.99 after that).

It was good to get Shanna, Ashlyn, and the Stewarts together again. This story was unexpectedly romantic (maybe because it’s set in Paris?). I hope this little excerpt whets your appetite…

“Alright, girls,” she said. “Undress each other. And take your time,” she added.

Shanna and I looked at each other. Of course, she made the first move. She pulled my tank top up over my head and slid my bra straps down over my shoulders, one at a time. She was smiling the entire time. She reached behind me and undid my bra, then pulled the useless thing off my chest. Her eyes widened at the sight of my breasts. She lowered her mouth and was just about to lick my nipple into her mouth when Mrs. Stewart made a sound of disapproval.

Shanna pouted only for a moment before dropping to her knees in front of me. She pulled my panties the rest of the way down, then turned to look at the Stewarts, her eyes bright.

“Go ahead, Ashlyn,” she murmured to me. She was toying with a lock of her hair as she watched, her husband’s hand resting on her thigh.

Shanna had a shy grin on her face. It was almost infectious–I pictured collapsing onto the floor in giggles with her, but I glimpsed the brown tip of my nipple as I looked down and remembered what had brought us together in the first place. She ran a finger up my belly and between my breasts, teasing. She wasn’t going to disobey Mrs. Stewart…but she was going to push the limits that they’d set.

I reached for the top button on her shirtdress, my hands fumbling slightly as I moved down her dress, revealing inch after inch of bare skin. The dress slipped down on the right without me doing a thing, revealing one bare breast. Of course she wasn’t wearing a bra–would she even need it while she was here?

As I peeled the dress down, I revealed her soft, naked hips–no panties–and skimmed my hands over the curves of her ass. I brushed the tiny, delicate dimples above her cheeks with my fingertips, and she pushed herself against me, the hot look of desire in her eyes.

“Missed you, Ashie,” she said to me, before she broke all the rules and kissed me, pulling me to her, our breasts pressing against each other, softness against softness. My nipples hardened instantly at the contact.

This time, the Stewarts didn’t object. They let us kiss, our mouths wet and hungry, our hands running over each other’s bodies, remembering and relearning every inch of flesh. I’d forgotten what she smelled like–floral shampoo with the scent of roses. There was the faint scent of her sweat beneath the roses and it made me even wetter, an unbearable throbbing desire between my legs.

I can’t believe it’s done. It took me a good month and a half, but the last installment in the Curves and Spurs series – Rebecca saga is finally available on Amazon (free for KU subscribers!). What have I learned from writing this series?

Two men one woman menage might be my most favoritest thing ever.

I was never really into cowboys until now. I mean, all my life I hated country music…but after writing about the shenanigans that Carl and Jamie get up to, I can totally see the appeal now. Bring on the Stetsons and the denim and the rope, y’all. 😉

I can’t write a fragile, useless heroine. Just can’t. I love me some girls with some attitude!

If you haven’t started this series yet, pick up part one for FREE this weekend (March 20-21)! Also, for my fellow cowboy-addicts, there will be a new heroine and a new novelette set in the Curves and Spurs universe in the next few months. Keep an eye out!

p.s. There was an issue with chapter 2 of part four that has since been fixed. If you need an updated edition, contact me!

I feel like things got a little nastier as I wrote this series…but then, that always happens when you write menage/threesomes. I have to say, I love it when that happens. The final story in the Agency series (for now!) is available on Amazon, the Nook store, All Romance eBooks, Apple & Google Play starting today!

I bit my lip and slid my hand slowly down my flat, bare belly. Time to try and let go. It was almost a nightly habit to play with myself, now—I used to only do it when I was stressed or going through a bout of insomnia, but college meant I was stressed out all the freaking time. It was a nice way to go to sleep, feeling that moist warmth throbbing out from my pussy, pouring through my body and easing me into my dreams.

I spread my thighs and ran my fingers down my lower lips, feeling the soft fuzz on the closed, warm folds. I needed something—or someone—to think about. My mind drifted. Exes…cute girls from the sorority…that hot guy I ran past on the way to the pier?

Mr. Edgar climbed onto the bed behind his wife, pulling off her throw. His dark eyes wicked, he peeled off her bikini top to reveal her round, soft breasts, topped with rich chocolate nipples.

I touched a nipple with a fingertip, making light, delicious circles. That’s how he would touch her…teasing her soft peaks into hard nubs, then sucking them into his mouth one at a time.

He squeezed her breasts together so he could switch between her nipples, licking across both of them with his wide, wet tongue. She moaned, arching her back. Her hands pulled at his belt, unbuckling him and stroking across the taut swelling in his pants. “I want you to come in my mouth,” she murmured to him.

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He kissed me at the base of my spine, slow and sure. He pressed another kiss a lighter higher, leisurely moving up my back, savoring each inch of flesh. As he moved I could feel the hot heavy length of his body on top of me, weighing me down and trapping me against the mattress.

“Mmm, baby, you smell so good,” he muttered. He reached my shoulders, and nipped gently at the nape of my neck. Reaching out a hand, he stroked Shanna’s golden head and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. “Such a good looking pair of girls,” I heard him say. “I can’t wait until I get both of you naked together.”

He lowered his lips to my ear.

“But first. I have to make something up to you, baby girl.”

He wrapped his hands around my waist and yanked me up and back onto my knees. I gasped in surprise and instinctively braced myself on my hands. I was almost dizzy for a minute, and then I felt his hands on the sides of my hips, pulling me tight against him.

Oh. He was rock hard, his long cock blazing with heat as he rubbed himself against my soft, tender flesh of my ass.

“Do you feel that, baby?” He muttered. “I can’t believe I had to wait a whole goddamn year to feel you again, like this. I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

He spread my wet, swollen folds with his fingers and positioned his cock at my quivering entrance. “I’m going to fuck you, baby girl. I’m going to come in this tight little pussy of yours, just like you’ve been dreaming about. Hold yourself up for me, sweetheart.”

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My favorite thing about this is that I get to write more stuff about cute little Addie and her silver fox of a boss. If you like Addie and Mr. Banks as much as I do, I’m working on the second half (25,000+ words) now…look out for the full novel in December, to be published by eXcessica!

Eighteen-year-old Addie lands an internship with the mysterious and powerful Jon Banks.

Night and day, Addie struggles to fulfill Mr. Banks’s demands.

But when the innocent intern discovers a naughty bondage video on her boss’s office computer, Addie can hardly believe what she’s seeing: hot young women being tied and teased by older men.

As Mr. Banks strips away her defenses and forces her to obey, will Addie submit to his secret desires?

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His hand grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. “Get up,” he growled.

Still in my heels, I wobbled as I stood up.

“The desk,” he snapped. “Lean over it.”

Adrenaline flooded my senses. What was he planning to do…?

I did as he ordered, feeling the corners of the desk bite into my midsection as I leaned up against it. I jumped when I felt his hand between my shoulder blades, pushing me all the way down onto the desk until my face was lying against the cold, shiny wood.

“So,” he said, his tone neutral now. “I see that you…enjoy things that are a little rough.” His hand moved down to my waist, tightening.

“In that case, maybe this won’t be such a bad punishment for you.”

A firm slap exploded across my backside, and I gasped, my cheeks red-hot against the desk.

“A good girl like you,” he murmured to me in his rough, baritone voice, “should know better than to be so naughty with her boss’s things.”

I’m amazed at the number of readers who’ve already bought and read Seducing the Nanny.Some things are too spicy for Amazon’s book description so I thought I’d share one of my favorite bits with you here…

He turned the chair so we faced the computer, my naked front bared to the webcam. I could only imagine what I looked like to her. My nipples glistening wet with his saliva…my mouth hanging open with desire…my slick, spread-apart pussy.

“All for you,” he murmured. Was he talking to me…or was he talking to Alicia?

He skimmed a hand over me, from my breasts down to my soft mound. His cock jutted up between my legs, rubbing up against my slippery opening. Reaching down, I gripped it firmly in my hand and stroked him, working my thumb over the thick head. I spread his precum over the tip as he cupped my breasts, groaning.